(via theonewithouteyebrows)
(via gaywolf)
“Guess now who holds thee?” —
“Death,” I said. But, there,
The silver answer rang, —
“Not Death, but Love.”
-Elizabeth Barret BrowningGod’s eyelids fluttered closed and he pressed his forehead into the soft, cool space beneath Death’s jaw and above his collarbone. “Love?” he repeated.
“At the end of all things, we’re one and the same,” said Death softly.
God hummed a response into Death’s skin. “Well that’s alright, then. I think I can lie down and spend the rest of eternity with Love.”
Death slid his arms around God and breathed in him, long and deep. God smelled like many things, like stars exploding and pubs full of laughter and vast blue oceans and the first flowers of spring. He smelled like everywhere and everything all at once, but most of all he smelled like home.
(via thepitsresidentbaker)
Adorable!!!
Lmfao… He’d rather have pudding.
Am I the only one that finds this adorable?
Comic geeks can shoot me now.
(via whore-princess)